ABSTRACT
My recollection of Lady de Brantefield proved wonderfully correct, she gave me back the image I had in my mind — a stiff, haughty looking, faded a picture, of a faded old beauty. Adhering religiously to the fashion of the times, when she had been worshipped, she made it a point to wear the old headdress exactly. She was in black, in a hoop of vast circumference, and she looked and moved as if her being Countess de Brantefield in her own right, and concentring in her person five baronies, ought to be for ever present to the memory of all mankind, as it was to her own.
